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cradle crap in your hair
milk behind your ears
name in your underwear
independence you fear
grasping on to apron strings
avoiding wedding rings
moms gives you everything
scared of darkness & rain
boy pickup your toys
all over the floor it's a shame
you have to knock on your
own momma's door
smoking blunt in the
living room burn a candle
Momma will be home soon
if she puts you out
you gone cry raindrops
you're too big for that
like a Cyclops
what you gone do with your life
nothing guaranteed
your mamma could die
you could get a job
but you won't try
your lazy
good for nothing
your momma's your alibi
enabler
babies you
shines your brass
baby shoe
let's you drive her car
tells you not to go far
I see it parked at the bar
who do you think
you are
she treats you like
movie star
you're weak
you don't have a spine
that's why I tease you
all of the time
dear sweet brother
of mine
